Drift

On hands and knees, drifting
Stars dizzy her subdued mind
With every animal, fervent grind
Hand clamped around laced suspender belt
He guides each steady thrust
Driven on by pure, passioned cries
Shivers scatter down his spine
He stills…
Looking back
Fire dances in her eyes
Wicked smile graces her lips
Pushing back to him
Hips tease and grind
Bare cheeks ripple and bounce
On and on she goes, just as he had done to her
Head leans back in submission to her charms
Now it was his turn to drift